Reservoir 3 That note was never meant to arrange a meeting. “It’s obvious, really—once you think about it, it all makes sense.” An Ruxin’s fingers brushed across the diary’s pages. “You two lived right across the hall, not in school. Chen Anran could knock on your door at any time and ask to meet—there was no need to write a note. See, Miaoqing, the question comes back—why did this note exist? Why did she want to give it to you? Connecting it with the diary’s line, ‘It’s the same…